Howling – (Prose from 3 words)

Once again from the delightful ever humorous http://whoatethedaisies.wordpress.com  who has given me 3 words to use…. they are Wolf, Mountains and Pines. Straight away I knew what I would do with these, so hopefully I have pulled it off.

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Her howl guttural, through lifted jaw she
snaps the silence of early morn; veils of sun
break between the pines, her teeth and cry
validating strength

she stands majestic, a reckoning force
against enemies in the mountains
winter bitter, she hunts to fill her cubs

empty bellies, hungry cries; they wait
secured in den, reliant on the offerings
that would be returned

she bays
she seeks
this wolf
of Montana

©JMTacken Sep 2013

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Footnote: If any one would like to throw me another 3 words to see what I come up with, please feel free – I do enjoy a challenge…. oh and try and keep them clean 😉

running

Forest_at_night

entering the darkened woods
casting not a backward glance
she ran
footsteps and laboured breath
in time with hers
he followed

one by one she grasped the trees
fingers bled, ankles grazed
there was no giving up
her screaming cry
broke the moonlight
help me
and still he followed on

her past would not let go
she stumbled in the dark
wolves called inside the mist
silencing her last scream
as it echoed through the trees
and rose to the stars

her heart began to tear
the blade cast in her back
she yelled
FORGIVE ME
blood fell from her mouth
her past no longer
haunted her
haunted him

Slicing

Cut deep the blade slices

sawing it’s way through flesh

blood rises to the surface

hands are shaking

the cut continues

mess

the limb is pulled

like being ravaged by wolves

torn with sinews white skin flayed

from bone, severely ripped apart

he approves

admiration for his workmanship

he stands back wipes the excess blood

that stains his blade but not his heart

for he smiles at limbs and skin and legs

 

 

 

his turkey carving now complete